There are some traditions that have not gotten lost in time and are still respected. Every country and culture is different from one another, and India is a great example of this. People behave, eat, and even dress differently. They have their own traditions and customs, and as tourists, these need to be honored. And this is exactly what we’d like to bring forth in this article.
We at Bright Side have been mesmerized by the uniqueness of Indian culture, so we’d like to share with you a few useful tips to make the most out of your trip.
1. You must not touch books or instruments with your feet.
In India, children are taught from a young age that books are knowledge. They even have a Goddess of Learning, Saraswati. Therefore, touching books with one’s feet or even kicking a school bag full of notebooks or books is considered disrespectful.
Any instrument that is used to develop one’s knowledge is also considered very important and must not be touched by the feet. Even pens and pencils are important, according to Indian culture, and must be respected as such.
2. Don’t be afraid to explore Indian street food.
Exploring foreign cuisine is generally very important when visiting other countries, and sometimes the best food around is the kind made at that small corner vendor. And Indian food is no exception, as it’s one of the richest cuisines out there. It’s a must-try for sure. Just watch out for that extra-spicy food!
As with any street food experience, you must be careful. Seek fresh food, avoid milk products as they can sometimes be spoiled, avoid ice or water that was not heated well (definitely try to avoid tap water), and generally look forward to trying clean (and busy) vendors.
3. Don’t be too polite.
Saying “please” and “thank you” is normal and respectful for us, like at a restaurant or a shop. However, in India, when used too much, you can come across as rude or impolite. Who would’ve thought, right?
When it comes to friends and family, traditional ways of showing appreciation can sometimes create tension or express a level of formality that should not exist. Instead of saying “thank you,” you can try saying “I appreciate it.”
4. Only use your right hand when giving or taking anything.
Many cultures have actually adopted this practice. In many cultures, the right hand is considered pure and even lucky! In India, it is believed that the left hand is impure, as it is used for cleaning shoes, feet, and generally dirty work. So when it comes to food, drinks, and handing objects to other people, we must always use the right hand to show respect.
5. Do not point your finger.
Usually, we use our pointer finger to give directions at a restaurant or generally when referring to something in particular. But this is definitely not the case in India.
Pointing your finger at an object or place is considered rude and impolite. If you wish to give directions or point out something to someone, you must do so by using your whole palm or your thumb. This way, it’s more gentle and polite.
6. Expect to use cash only.
If you’re visiting a small town in India, you should expect to pay with cash most of the time. While in the bigger cities, malls, restaurants, and shops, credit or debit cards may be accepted, they are still rare, and the smaller cities make use of cash. So it would be smart to keep some cash with you, just in case.
7. Not everyone is going to speak English.
Of course, you might be lucky enough to be able to use English inside bigger cities, restaurants, hotels, or certain shops, however, this is not the case for smaller villages. Here, you should expect people to use their native language, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
Spending time among foreign people and hearing their native language might actually do you some good. You can pick up a new language, getting to know a new culture.
8. Learn about and use traditional greetings.
Respect is required everywhere you go in the world, and India is no exception. You can show your respect for the country and its people by learning about their culture and traditional greetings. One such greeting that is used in a general manner is “namaste.” You can put your palms together and bow to show respect while saying namaste, or, if you’d like to be more formal, you can use “namaskar.”
As English has become more globalized, “hello’’ is also used, especially among tourists and foreigners. Just know that “goodbye” is usually not used, as it implies you won’t be seeing each other anymore, or that you are asking for permission to leave.
9. Don’t use public displays of affection.
Public display of affection is generally looked down upon as it is quite a private thing. However, in India, you must not show affection in public. When you visit a new or foreign country, you might want to blend in with other people so as to not get unwanted stares. This is one of those things you must do.
Try and avoid holding hands or using overly affectionate gestures in public, as it is frowned upon. You can even spend time in jail!
10. Know that in small towns, you must wear decent clothes.
One of the most important things to keep in mind when coming to India is the way you present yourself. As a quite conservative country, it’s good to respect its culture and people, and you can start with your clothes. Even if it’s hot outside, try and cover yourself. This way, you can pay your respects to the country, and also make yourself look like a local.
If you’re visiting a particular attraction, it’s important to wrap a scarf around your head to show respect and politeness.
Have you ever traveled to India? Which aspect of Indian culture intrigues you the most?
My Four Kids Objected at My Wedding – When I Found Out Why, My Heart Sank
Margaret has found love again ten years after her first husband’s passing. But it seems like her problems are far from over. When the officiant at her wedding asks if anyone objects, her four children stand up and say they do. Margaret’s heart sinks as she wonders what went wrong and why her once supportive children are now objecting. What happened?
The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows as I sat in my favorite armchair. “Oh, James, I miss you every day,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the edges of the old photograph.
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The photo album lay open on my lap, filled with memories of a life that once was.
I looked at the picture of James, his smile so vivid, almost as if he was still here with me. Oh dear! We met in college, young and full of dreams.
Our first date was at a small café near campus, where we talked for hours about everything and nothing. He had this way of making me feel special as if I was the only person in the world who mattered.
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As I flipped through the pages, each photo brought back a flood of memories. There was our wedding day, a beautiful sunny afternoon in June.
I could still hear the laughter of our friends and family, see the joy in James’ eyes as we said our vows. We were so happy, so full of hope for the future.
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We had our share of adventures, traveling to places we’d always dreamed of. There was the trip to Italy, where we got lost in the winding streets of Rome and ended up having the best pizza we’d ever tasted.
Or the time we went camping in the Rockies, and James insisted on making a campfire despite the pouring rain. We laughed so much that night, huddled together under a makeshift tent, feeling like nothing could ever go wrong.
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But then life happened.
When I was 42, James fell ill, and despite our hopes and prayers, he passed away. The day I lost him was the hardest day of my life. The house felt empty, and my heart ached with a loneliness I couldn’t escape.
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For years, I believed that kind of love was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I went through the motions, keeping busy with hobbies and spending time with friends, but something was always missing.
That’s when Michael came into my life. Two years ago.
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Michael was different from James in many ways, but he brought a light back into my life. We met at a friend’s dinner party, and his kindness and sense of humor drew me in.
Slowly, he became an important part of my life. I felt that warmth of love again, something I thought was gone forever. So when he proposed six months ago, I immediately said yes.
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I closed the photo album, holding it close to my chest.
“James, you’ll always be my first love,” I whispered, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. “But I think you’d be happy for me. I found someone who makes me smile again.”
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I looked around the cozy living room, the place that held so many memories. Today, my house buzzed with excitement as we prepared for Michael and my wedding.
My children were all here, making everything perfect.
“Mom, can you help me with this banner?” Jackson called from the living room.
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He was adjusting the decorations, making sure every detail was just right. Jackson always had an eye for these things.
“Of course, dear,” I said, walking over to give him a hand.
As I helped him, I glanced around the room and felt a wave of happiness wash over me. Harry was coordinating with the caterers on the phone.
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“Make sure they know about the vegetarian options,” I reminded him. He nodded, giving me a thumbs-up.
Oliver was in the corner, arranging flowers with such care. “These lilies look beautiful, Oliver,” I said.
“Thanks, Mom. I just want everything to be perfect for you and Michael,” he replied, his eyes shining with love and excitement.
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Benjamin, my youngest, was moving around, making sure everything was running smoothly. “Mom, I’ve checked the sound system. It’s all set for the music and speeches,” he said, giving me a quick hug.
“Thank you, Ben. You’re all doing such a great job,” I said, feeling a lump in my throat.
My children were truly a blessing.
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Michael was in the living room, reviewing his vows. He looked up and smiled as I walked over.
“How are you holding up?” he asked, taking my hand.
“I’m doing great, thanks to all of you,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I’m so lucky to have such wonderful children and to have you in my life.”
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“We’re all here for you, Mom,” Jackson said, joining us. “We want your day to be perfect.”
“And it will be because of all your hard work,” I said, my heart swelling with pride and love.
As the day went on, the house was filled with laughter and chatter. It was chaotic but in the best possible way.
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As the sun set that evening, we gathered in the backyard for a small rehearsal dinner.
The space was adorned with twinkling lights and flowers.
Everything seemed breathtaking.
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“Mom, do you like everything?” Jackson asked, taking a seat beside me.
“I do, honey,” I replied with a smile.
Michael came over and wrapped his arm around me. “Are you ready for tomorrow, love?” he asked with a smile.
“I think so,” I replied, leaning into him. “It’s hard to believe it’s almost here.”
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Oliver raised his glass. “A toast to Mom and Michael. May your love be as bright and lasting as these lights,” he said, and everyone clinked their glasses together.
“To Mom and Michael!” they all echoed, their faces full of joy and support.
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I looked around at my children, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. “Thank you all for being here and for everything you’ve done. I couldn’t have asked for a better family,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion.
“Mom, we wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Benjamin said, smiling warmly.
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Oliver nodded. “Yeah, we’re so glad to see you happy again.”
But despite the laughter and love surrounding me, a part of my heart ached for Emily, my estranged daughter.
I couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever forgive me. Her absence was a constant reminder of the pain that still lingered.
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“Emily would have loved this,” I said quietly, more to myself than anyone else.
Michael squeezed my hand. “She still might come around, Margaret. Give it time.”
“I hope so,” I replied, trying to push the sadness away.
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The next day, my heart raced as I stood beside Michael, facing the officiant at our picturesque outdoor venue.
The flowers and twinkling lights created a magical atmosphere, but nothing could prepare me for what happened next.
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“If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the officiant said. My four children stood together, their faces serious.
“We do!” they said in unison.
My heart sank. Everything had been so perfect until yesterday.
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Before I could ask, Jackson spoke up. “You can’t get married, Mom, at least not without one person.”
The children moved aside, creating a path. And there she was. Emily. I couldn’t believe my eyes!
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She walked towards us with tears streaming down her face.
My emotions swirled within me, almost overwhelming.
“Mom, I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice trembling.
A sad woman | Source: Midjourney
Tears welled up in my eyes as I rushed to embrace her.
“I’m sorry, Ma. I blamed you for Dad’s death, but over the years, I realized how unfair that was,” she added, pulling away. “He made a choice, and you honored his wishes. I was too hurt to see that.”
Back when James was suffering from his illness, he made me sign a document.
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It said that if his heart stopped, we wouldn’t resuscitate him. I honored his wishes, and it broke my heart.
Emily was devastated and said I killed him.
She disappeared from my life, and I feared I would never see her again.
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“I’ve missed you so much, honey,” I told her. “I’ve tried to reach out, to explain, but I understand why you couldn’t hear me then.”
Emily again wrapped me in a hug, both of us crying as we reconciled.
“I don’t want you to start this new chapter of your life without knowing that I support you. Michael seems wonderful, and I want to be a part of your life again. Thanks to my brothers who called me here,” she said.
Two women embracing | Source: Midjourney
Michael stepped forward, gently taking Emily’s hand. “Emily, I’ve heard so much about you. Your mother loves you deeply. This means everything to her.”
With tears in my eyes and my heart full, I turned back to the officiant. “Let’s continue,” I said.
Michael and I shared our vows, and when the officiant pronounced us husband and wife, we shared our first kiss as a married couple. The reception was even better.
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My five children were together and happy.
Emily raised her glass for a toast and looked at Michael and me. “To new beginnings, to love, and to family. Here’s to Mom and Michael and to all of us being together again.”
The room echoed with cheers and clinking glasses. I looked around, my heart swelling with gratitude and completeness. My family was whole again, and I was stepping into a new chapter with everyone I loved by my side.
A happy newlywed couple | Source: Midjourney
Have you ever been in such a situation and experienced something heartwarming at a wedding?
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